Small Problems Ch.1 (USUK)Arthur dropped the final ingredient into the simmering clear potion. The lock of blond hair fell from his palm and disappeared with a soft plop.
"Finally, America, you'll see." he muttered to himself as he heaved the pot off of the flame and set it down on the cool stone floor of his basement. He then went upstairs and grabbed the old-looking phone off of its hook. He dialed, and waited for someone to pick up.
Alfred whipped out his phone, quickly throwing it in between his shoulder and ear, as he started to madly press on the buttons of his Xbox.
"Y'eeeeeeeello?" he replied, as an explosion sounded loudly in the background.
"Alfred, at least greet someone properly over the phone if you cannot do it in person!" Arthur snapped.
"What!? Dude, i said 'hi,' what else 'ya want?!" Another explosion sounded, and some gunshots as Alfred cursed loudly.
Pinching his nose, Arthur took a deep breath. "Would you like to come over for a drink?" he asked as calmly as he could.
The game immediately
Small Problems Ch.2 (USUK)Arthur flinched back again, cursing his luck. He stared up at Alfred's face and started shaking a bit. He would never admit it, no, but he was a bit afraid. He stayed still and silent, though, and hoped the taller nation would pass it off as an illusion.Small Problems Ch.2 (USUK)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred kept staring at him. "...Are you, like a fairy now or something?"
Out of anger, Arthur finally found his voice. "Of course not, you idiot!" he managed to shout up.
Alfred's confused face turned into a grin. "Dude...then what the hell happened?"
"I-I don't know..." Arthur muttered. He really didn't know what had gone wrong. It should be Alfred small and him normal-sized!
"What do you mean you don't know? It was apparently something YOU did! I mean, if you don't burn the food or drinks you make, course you're gonna screw it up somehow!" Alfred replied, grinning.
"Shut up! I'll figure it out, just go away!"
"Go away?! Dude, I'm a hero, I totally haveta help you now!" Alfred reached out with both hands, gently poking Arthur with one
Small Problems Ch.4 (USUK)Slightly breathless from being dropped, Arthur dashed to the edge of the pillow. "Alfred, come back!"Small Problems Ch.4 (USUK)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred cursed to himself. "No reason to..." he mumbled, closing the door and moving down the hall. But as he stood on the first step of the stairs he hesitated, his foot hovering in the air. He stood there for a moment before sitting down, and leaning his head against the wall.
"ALFRED!" Arthur yelled as loud as he could, but it was probably too late. He slumped onto the pillow, unwanted tears of anger and hopelessness leaking out. He angrily wiped them away, but more came. He curled into a ball again in the middle of the pillow.
Alfred heard his yells but shut his eyes, trying to mute them out. He sat there, not wanting to leave and honestly believing Arthur would screw up when doing something, and he'd need to save him. He sat there for a while when he suddenly fell asleep, on that last step on the top, leaning against the wall.
After about half an hour of just lying there, Arthur su
Small Problems Ch.10 (USUK)Alfred dropped to his knees as he caught him, the tears finally spilling out onto his cheeks. "Arthur?!" He carefully turned him over in his palm, gently moving his finger to try and shake him a bit. "Arthur?!"Small Problems Ch.10 (USUK)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arthur didn't respond, being out cold. His chest was barely moving up and down, and his breathing was shallow.
"S-Shit." Alfred put him on the table. Fingers trembling, he bandaged him up quickly and picked him up again. He carried him up to his room and placed him on the bed, covering him with a blanket.
Arthur whimpered as he was moved, but didn't wake up.
Alfred gulped as he laid him down and left. He returned minutes later with some tea he had struggled to make, putting it on the night table. He then knelt by the side of the bed.
Arthur woke up a long while later, when it was dark out, but he had no desire to speak to Alfred nor face him, so he kept his eyes shit and his breathing the same and pretended to still be out.
Alfred was still kneeling there, staring at him and hop
Small Problems Ch.11 (USUK)"Mornin' Arti-" Alfred froze when his fingers felt only the pillow. "Artie?! Where the hell are ya?!" He was scared to move, though, not wanting to accidentally crush him.Small Problems Ch.11 (USUK)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arthur was instantly startled awake. "Huh- I'm here, Alfred." he called out, groaning as he slowly stretched.
"By your legs. In the corner."
Alfred blinked and glanced down. "What the hell?!"
"I-I may have fallen asleep there..." Arthur mumbled.
Arthur shifted slightly. "Well, I couldn't fall asleep for a while..."
"And nothing. I was looking out the window for a while and fell asleep there. Nothing happened."
"...Wh...Fine, well, come up here!"
Arthur slowly made his way up to Alfred's head, trying to walk with a normal stride. "So now what? We still have a few hours. And don't you dare tell me 'I don't know'."
Alfred watched him carefully. "...I didn't kick you, did I?"
"No, don't worry. You weren't even close." Arthur smiled slightly up at him.
Alfred sighed in relief. "Good, ug
Small Problems Ver. 2 Ch.3 (USUK)Alfred fell again, and cursed at the door slammed shut behind him, the force of the air making him tumble down some of the steps. He cursed once more, getting up when he realized what Arthur had said. Cats. Spiders. Stepped on. He then realized how screwed he was. He glanced at the door again, knowing Arthur wouldn't help him even if he managed to get his attention, which was even lower on the scale of happening. Alfred stepped over to the edge of the step he was on to look at the next one down. He cursed yet again and jumped. He landed (totally awesomely) on a knee and a leg and one arm, and he fist pumped the air when he didn't break anything.Small Problems Ver. 2 Ch.3 (USUK)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only to get hit by the hardest drop of water he had ever felt. He was completely soaked in an instant, and looked up to see more rain come down, and then the sky flash a brilliant blue.
"Shit!" He ran to the side and jumped, to land on a leaf of a bush. He slid off it, safely to the ground, which was slowly turning into goo. He hid under the sa
Scottish FoodThe Scottish man smiled a full toothed grin as he read the spell in the book. "Oh, this is going to be fun."Scottish Food5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scotland reread the spell again to make sure he had it right, and then he went to check his brother's cabinets for the things he would need. Scotland was staying with his younger brother England for the time being.
He really didn't mind staying at his younger brothers, although he could tell England didn't like it. But in truth, it wasn't really Scot's fault. I mean, he was drunk when his house burnt down and he couldn't hear the fire. But hell, Arthur wouldn't have let him stay here if he thought he had anywhere else to go. But England had always had a soft spot for his older brother, which Scotland used to his advantage as much as he could, and let his brother stay with him. And since he was staying with his younger brother, Scot decided that he should do what he had always done with his baby brother: beat the shit out of him, tease him, and, of course, use magic on him.
Hetalia - Friendship Comes in All Sizes - SuFinThere was once a village on the Swedish-Finnish border. It was a very quiet village in the mountains. But the village lived in shadow. Soon after the sky turned orange with a whisper of sunset when the clouds became a soft purple as they danced across the sea of light, the fear began to sink in. This wasn't an irrational fear, oh no. It wasn't some primal figment that could be erased after millions of years. This was something real. The villagers had every right to be afraid. For every night, they shut their doors, locked their windows and hid under their beds.Hetalia - Friendship Comes in All Sizes - SuFin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Every night, it came down from the mountains, its piercing blue eyes scouring its surroundings as it trudged from the cave where it made its home into the village. The blonde hair atop its head blew back in the breeze, accentuating the squareness of its jaw and the masculinity of its features. The glasses perched on the bridge of its nose glinted in the soft moonlight as it searched with an endless stoic expression. It adjusted
Exchange Ch.3 (USUK)Gilbert had left, but Alfred turned back to his game anyway. There were always other people online he could kill. He was so absorbed in the game that he didn't hear his brother enter until Matthew spoke.Exchange Ch.3 (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You seem to have had a change of heart." he said.
Alfred jumped violently. "Goddamnit, don't do that!" His heartbeat slowly started returning to normal.
"I did knock." Matthew looked amused.
"Oh...well anyway, what do ya mean?"
"About Arthur. A few days ago, you wanted nothing to do with the exchange program. Now you're like best buddies." Matthew pointed out.
Alfred shrugged. "Arthur's pretty cool. He could be kinda stuffy and uppity sometimes, but once he loosens up he's pretty fun to be around. He agreed to the LotR marathon! And besides, he's already here. It wouldn't be very heroic of me to make him suffer just cuz I didn't wanna do it. And...he didn't really wanna come here either, he told me, so I'm gonna show him that America's awesome!" He cut off there so he wouldn't ramble
An Interesting Job: USUK‘So, uh, how did you get into this profession?’ Alfred asked apprehensively.An Interesting Job: USUK2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The blond, clad in black leather, sitting next to him raised one of his impressive eyebrows and smirked. ‘Guess,’ he said with a wink.
Alfred swallowed nervously. Why in the world was he engaging a dominator in conversation? Was he that desperate for attention? The other had merely sat down at the bar next to him and Alfred let his curiosity get the best of him. The other was missing his, accessories to say, but it was easy to tell he could make a grown man cry and beg. ‘Really now?’ Alfred finally replied.
‘Well you wanted to know. You’re the one who started asking questions so I’ll tell you if you want to know.’
‘Well I look forward to hearing your reasoning. Why?’
Alfred made a generic wave of his hand. ‘Do what you do.’
The man shrugged, ‘It’s different.’
Exchange Ch.7 (USUK)Alfred stumbled back, an expression of hurt on his face. "Shit, sorry Arthur! God, I thought you- but 'course you don't. Shit, shit, I'm so sorry-"Exchange Ch.7 (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You idiot!" Arthur yelled over him, cheeks getting red. "You absolute sodding moron! The last day?! You let me know how you feel on the last bloody day?!"
"What?" Alfred stopped short in his ramble of apology. "Y-You mean you don't, like hate me fer doin' that?" he asked, his blue eyes shining.
Arthur averted his eyes, his blush deepening. "No, of course not. In fact, that was quite," He gave a light cough. "Enjoyable."
"Can I do it again?"
Arthur's head jerked up, his eyes widening once more. He stared up at Alfred for a moment, and then nodded.
Alfred smiled softly before kissing him again. His arms wound around the Brit's neck, and he pressed the smaller boy into the wall of the house. His mouth moved feverishly, but gently, against Arthur's.
Finally, Alfred pulled away once more. There was a small smirk on his face. "You're it!" he cal
Exchange Ch.4 (USUK)The next morning Matthew made pancakes again, because it was his custom on Sundays. To remind Alfred of his mission for the week, he made a raspberry heart on the top of his stack of pancakes.Exchange Ch.4 (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Very funny, Mattie." Alfred muttered, blushing a bit when he saw it.
"I think it's quite nice." Arthur came in behind him and took his own seat. "My brothers would never do something like this."
"It's more of a reminder." Matthew cut in, placing a smaller pancake stack before the Brit.
Arthur glanced between the heart and Alfred's slightly blushing face, and it clicked in his mind. "A love confession?" The deepening red on Alfred's cheeks gave him the answer he was looking for. Some of his hunger suddenly disappeared. "I see." he said tersely. "I wish you good luck."
"Thanks." Alfred muttered. Then, he shoved a bit of pancake into his mouth and grinned. "Bu' ah don' meed it cuz mmph a hero!"
"Don't talk with your mouth full." Arthur and Matthew said in unison. Then they both blinked at each othe
Exchange Ch.2 (USUK)School was definitely an interesting experience. There were quite a few international kids attending, and Alfred seemed to know most of them. His best friends were an albino German boy who insisted he was Prussian, a French guy, a Spanish guy, and surprisingly, a quiet Japanese boy. The Prussian, who Arthur found out was the Gilbert Alfred had been talking to the night before and Francis, the French boy, were decidedly the most annoying. Alfred seemed to be closest to Gilbert though, seeing as they played video games together so often.Exchange Ch.2 (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So you're the one Alfred's stuck with?" Gilbert asked the moment Alfred had introduced them.
Arthur bristled. "I'm not exactly thrilled to be here either." he snapped back, his grip tightening on his books.
Alfred looked up suddenly at that, seemingly wanting to say something, but after a moment he turned away.
The other two of the self-dubbed group the 'Bad Touch Trio' were no better, and Arthur's morning spiraled downwards from there. The Brit was con
Frozen (USUK)(there's a bit of language but not much so I don't wanna put a warning on it)Frozen (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred woke up in the middle of the night, freezing. He lay in his bed for a few minutes, shivering, until a particularly large shudder drove him to action. He jumped up, cursing at the temperature, and dashed to the hall to get extra blankets. He grabbed three and then bolted back to his bed. He flung the blankets over the existing covers and shimmied into another pair of fuzzy pajama pants before burrowing under the mass. He was still cold and shivering at first, but a few minutes later he warmed up a bit and fell asleep.
The morning wasn't much better. By that time it was nice and toasty under the covers and Alfred basked in it for a while before finally going out. When he did, the cold hit him like a punch to the stomach.
"Frick frick fucking shit it's cold!"
He darted over to his closet and flung out a pair of warm pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Then he dove back under the covers for another minu
Exchange Ch.6 (USUK)He consequently fell asleep on Arthur's shoulder on the bus the next day. He managed to stay awake for a few minutes at first, but once the cityscape passed out of sight, he lost interest and his eyes closed.Exchange Ch.6 (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur stiffened when he felt the weight on his shoulder, but Alfred was already fast asleep. He didn't find the position all that uncomfortable and he felt it would be rude to wake the American, so he didn't move. Instead, he immersed himself in one of the books he'd brought with him.
Then he felt a wet spot on his shoulder. He froze again, and blinked. If that was what he though it was... Arthur looked down and groaned.
"Alfred you git, you're drooling on me!" he hissed, shoving the American off him and towards the window.
Alfred woke quickly, his arms flailing a bit to help him keep his balance. "Wha- Oh, hey Artie. Why'd ya wake me?" he asked, blinking a few times.
Arthur sent him a glare. "You were drooling on me."
"Shit- sorry!" Alfred quickly wiped his mouth, looking more t
Falling Bridges Chapter 1 (USUK)Arthur Kirkland was a haunted man. Not in the cursed sense, but there was always someone imperceptible, someone intangible beside him. No one else in the world could see the spirit, and Arthur was wholly content with that.Falling Bridges Chapter 1 (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Over the past few years, the blond Englishman had built up a reputation of being cold and unapproachable. He refused to talk about his past, and wouldn't go near the area where the two new bridges were being built. The only one who ever saw him smile or perhaps, once in a blue moon laugh, was the ghost who followed him around.
The Kirkland family business was terror. It hadn't always been- years ago, they were simply a rich and influential family in the city. But then the parents died and Alastair Kirkland took over.
Some said he was merely bored. Others that he was on some sort of personal vendetta. All were afraid of where he would strike next. All were frustrated that the red-haired terror couldn't be caught. The targets were usually buildings or roads. Smal
... And One Did (PruCan)Prussia smiled and kissed the blonde again, this time more passionately, threading his hands through the other nation's silky golden hair as Canada pulled him down to straddle his lap.... And One Did (PruCan)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
While running his hands trough Canada's hair, he must have accidentally pulled on his curl, and... Everyone knows what happened next...
When Prussia brushed his fingers against Canada's curl, Canada froze, causing Gil to pull away.
"Vat's wrong, Birdie?" he asked.
"N-nothing... It's just... My curl..." the smaller blonde blushed deeply.
"Vat about your curl?" he asked, running his finger along it again. Canada let out a strangled moan, and Prussia (who was still sitting on Canada's lap), felt the effect his playing with the curl had on Canada. "Kesesesese... So zat's vat it does... In zat case!" He gave the curl a sharp tug.
Canada uttered a slightly animalistic cry and bucked his hips under Prussia, p
Germany x Italy: GerIta pt. 1Ludwig Bielschmidt and Feliciano Vargas were the starring roles of a new show called Hetalia. They both went to film school together and were very close. Feliciano was a total loser who didn't know how to defend himself, which is why he decided to hang out more with Ludwig. Ludwig was German that alone made anyone fear him in filming school. However, they were both excellent actors. Feliciano was always the playing the sidekick while, Ludwig was the villain.Germany x Italy: GerIta pt. 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They both were getting tired of the same derogatory roles so they decided to try out the show Hetalia. They were both surprised that they got the main roles. Ludwig went to go pick Feliciano up from his house. Feliciano came out of his house, looking very cute in his tight jeans and his Italian pride handkerchief with a plain white t-shirt and a black jean jacket.
"Hey~! Guess what?!" Feliciano had not gotten in the car yet.
"Get in the car before we are late!"
"My brother got the part as my brother! So, can we take him with us?" H
Falling Bridges Chapter 3 (USUK)"Pancakes are ready!" Matthew called from the kitchen. He poked his head out the door and his eyes widened a bit when he saw the bandage around Arthur's head, but he didn't say anything about it. "Alfred, you're coming in here last."Falling Bridges Chapter 3 (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The mention of pancakes distracted them from their previous thoughts. Gilbert ran into the kitchen first, with Alfred and Arthur following at a slower pace. The American let Arthur take a few pancakes before attacking the pile, depleting it by more than half on his first go.
Arthur topped his small three-pancake stack with a small amount of syrup, whipped cream, and fresh strawberries. He smiled when he took a bite. "Oh, these are absolutely heavenly. Matthew, you should open a pancake restaurant." he said, starting to eat more rapidly.
"I tell him that all the time!" Alfred added on. "He'd be famous in no time."
Matthew smiled graciously, his cheeks pinking. "I'm glad you like them so much, but I'd prefer to just keep making them for friends and family."
Not Quite Straight (USUK)There was nothing wrong with being straight and working at a gay bar. That's what Alfred F. Jones told himself as he walked into the job interview. He needed the job (or rather the money he'd make from it), and besides, he liked the bar atmosphere. And the fact that it was a gay bar well, he was sure he could handle it.Not Quite Straight (USUK)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"They will hit on you." the bar owner, and Englishman in his late forties, warned. He was a bit skeptical about the whole situation, but the young man before him didn't seem daunted.
"That's fine, I won't mind." Alfred replied, shrugging easily.
"Are you sure, lad?" the owner asked. "How old are you, anyhow?"
"I'm nineteen, sir." Alfred gave him a small salute. "I'll be turning twenty in July. Don't worry about experience, I have that."
The owner raised an eyebrow. "Isn't the drinking age in America twenty-one?"
Alfred grinned. "I didn't drink. I jus served 'em. I don't drink at all. Heroes haveta be at the top of their game always, y'know?"
"I see. Why don't you come b
Christmas Wishes (USUK)“Hey Arthur?”Christmas Wishes (USUK)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The seven year old stirred from his position on his best friend's bed and peeked tired green eyes at him,
“What is it, Alfred?”
“Don't fall asleep, okay,” the younger boy urged, determination painted upon his boyish features, “I wanna wait for Santa, so you need to stay up too, okay?”
Arthur sighed and propped himself up, the outer space themed blanket sliding down to his waist. He brought up a small fist to his eyes as he began to wipe the sleep from them, “Mum says Santa only comes if the kids are sleeping.”
Alfred shook his head, his hay-colored locks bouncing madly in tune with the movement, “No, me and Mattie have been good this year, that's what mom said. Santa has to stop here or else he'll get fired for not reading his list right.”
Arthur stared at his friend with a blank regard. Alfred could be so silly sometimes, “Fired? Who fires Santa? That's not really a job, I think.”
Movie Night (USUK)"Pajama Movie Night!" The poster proclaimed.Movie Night (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur glared at the bright paper as if his gaze could somehow make it disappear. It didn't. The blond Brit sighed and taped it up to the wall.
Francis, the vice-president and Lilli, the secretary, had been practically begging him for weeks to organize an event like this. Arthur had held out for a long time, but finally two weeks ago the treasurer Vash (who happened to be Lilli's brother) had had enough of the constant ruckus and switched from being neutral on the matter to his sister's side. The situation resolved itself quickly after that, and now Arthur was 'volunteering' to put up the advertisements for it.
It was early on Monday morning, so there weren't that many people in school, but a few of those present noticed the colourful paper and came closer for a look. Arthur tactfully stepped to the side and slipped away, but he could hear the beginnings of excited chatter spreading through the small crowd. By the end of the day the talk spr
PruCan MPREG: Here I Am 01PruCan MPREG: Here I Am 012 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cher Patty? Pam...ela? Pauline...
Francis crumbled up the letter again and sighed. What had been her name again? He gave up and simply wrote:
Ma belle fleur,
Last night was absolutely beautiful.
Merci. Hope we can do this again sometime,
sincerement avec tout mon coeur,
It was perfect, he thought. He bent the sheet of paper and a placed it on the bedside table. He left the room just as the young lady in bed began to stir. As he properly dressed himself in her apartment elevator, he was uncomfortably reminded that he would not have time for breakfast before getting to work. What a shame. Working on an empty stomach was absolutely dreadful. He would always tell Arthur that and yet he would always ignore him...
By the time he got outside into the brisk air of Fall, he was really wishing he had taken his car. He hurried to the nearest subway entrance, paid the fair and got on a train. Yawning, he found a seat between some grisly fellow and a teenage.
+Cookie+Canada smiled slightly as he slid the pan into the oven and closed it carefully, then pushed the timer button and set it with small beeps coming from the machine.+Cookie+3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He sighed contentedly and picked up Kumijirou, carrying him into the living room and setting him down on the couch. Canada sat down on the couch and yawned slightly.
The door opened for a moment then closed, and Canada instantly knew it was either America... Or Prussia. He blushed lightly at the thought of the Albino.
Said Prussian walked into the living room, looking at Canada curiously. " The awesome me smells cookies... You can cook something other than Pancakes?!" He gasped in mock horror.
Canada pouted and threw a small pillow at Prussia, who easily caught it. "Aw come on Birdie, I was just joking." Canada still pouted. "It wasn't funny." Prussia stepped in front of the Canadian. "Do I need to tickle you to get that smile back~?"
Canada looked up instantly in horror. "Nooooo!" Prussia laughed and stepped back as the oven
Payback (Soft Vore Commish, America and England)This was the last straw.Payback (Soft Vore Commish, America and England)1 year ago in Settings More Like This
No longer would that American humiliate him – Arthur would certainly make sure of that.
Alfred had gone a bit too far when he and Arthur had gotten into a little argument at the World Meeting, which had escalated all too quickly, ending up with the Brit storming out of the room and heading home. Fuming, the blonde slammed the door to his house shut, his thick brows furrowed together in frustration. Of all people that Alfred could've possibly pissed off, Arthur had to be one of the worst; of course the American had never intended to upset Arthur so terribly.
He'd only teased him about his cooking, grumpy attitude..and, well, he had a slipped in comment about the Revolutionary War, but that was beside the point – the Englishman hadn't taken kindly to the teases at all, seeing as the tables had turned so quickly; before long, Alfred and Arthur had been snapping at eachother like Arthur would with Francis on a daily basis.
Frustrated, the Brit grumbled